The Monkey's Fist

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

It’s hard for me to believe we've been here for four months. Sometimes, when I think of the adventures we've
had and the friends we've made, it feels like forever; sometimes, when I think
of how fast the winter went by (time flies when you’re having fun, and all
that) it feels like only yesterday.

I haven’t written any blog posts in that time because, well,
this is supposed to be a sailing blog and we haven’t done any sailing. We've just been tied to the dock and use the
boat like a very small condo that’s prone to mildew. It’s not quite like land life if we were to
live in a small condo, though, because when we meet new people and tell them where
we live, the boat gives us a major “cool factor.” There’s something to be said
for automatically being interesting.

But the downside of not writing for several months is that
playing catch-up on a blog is a horribly overwhelming task. (Bear with me, I’ll try anyway.) So, what have we been up to? We've mostly been getting used to life without a car, and occasionally rented a car to explore other parts of Florida and visit friends. We had several amazing parties including our 30th anniversary celebration, and three glorious weeks’ vacation in Aruba (saving that for a separate post). But mostly, we have been giving our
time/energy/expertise to help create the world we want to live in – exactly what
we’d hoped to be able to do once we retired, projects we value without having
to worry about where the money comes from.
We’re volunteering at the Castillo de San Marcos national monument; at the
visiting historic reproduction ship El Galeon; and with the St AugustineCruisers Net group.

We volunteer at the beautiful old fort Castillo de San
Marcos that has defended the town since the late 1600s. Last time we were here I felt a powerful
energy coming from this place that was so well-designed and built (and with a
good bit of luck) that it has never fallen in battle. A couple of days a week we dress like Spanish
soldiers from the year 1740 and chat one-on-one with visitors to tell them the
fort’s history. We spend a lot of time
on the top deck (the gun deck) where our predecessors would have come in some
of their off-duty hours to reflect (probably not to write letters home, as many
were illiterate), or on duty to watch for enemy ships coming toward the inlet,
or friendly ones bringing supplies.

Soldados, 1740. You can tell we are Spanish by the red cockade on our hats. All the nations had the same uniform except for this. If we were British, the uniform would have been the same, but the cockade would have been black; if we were French the cockade would have been white; Dutch, orange, etc. We are privates; John (center) is the sargent -- note the gorget around his neck and the gold stripes on his sleeves.

Most of the questions people ask are pretty predictable -- How
far do the cannons shoot? How many soldiers were at the fort?; some seem
surprisingly obvious -- Where is the Atlantic Ocean, can you see it from here? The most common, though, is “can we take a
photo with you?” I especially enjoy the way people don’t quite know how to react
when they figure out that I’m clearly a girl wearing guys clothing. Most kids
are unfazed, and I’ve never figured out whether it’s wonderful that they take
it for granted that girls can be soldiers now, or horrible that they don’t
realize how recent and hard-earned that freedom is. So I decided to take advantage of the
opportunity to sneak in my own message.
I quickly tell the kids that the only way an adventurous or patriotic
woman could serve her country in “my time” was to disguise herself as a guy,
that there are plenty of examples of this in history, but of course we only
know about the ones who got found out, we never can know how many were never
caught.

a cool old picture of the Castillo, circa 1946

One day a mom came to visit with her 3 kids, two boys maybe
8 and 12 years old, and the world’s cutest 4-year-old girl. Mom wanted me to pose for a photo with her family,
the boys were awkward, but the girl was scared.
So I told her to forget the picture for now, I’d tell her a story. The mom started to call the boys over and I
said to the girl, no no, just us girls, it’s a secret. Then I talked about how girls had to disguise
themselves, and asked the child not to blow my cover. All afternoon, as the little girl and her
siblings went from room to room and back into the courtyard, she’d peek at me
over her shoulder and shyly wave whenever she saw me. As they left at the end of their visit she
looked at me with big eyes and told me that she had seen another soldier
upstairs “but don’t worry I didn’t tell him about you.” The look on her face makes me
think she’ll remember this living history lesson for a long time!

When we’re not being Spanish “soldados” we talk maritime
history on a visiting ship from Spain, a wonderful replica of a galleon (armed
cargo (treasure) carrier 17th century style). And we get to continue the theme of playing
in costume by doing our guiding on that ship while dressed as pirates. Since pirates seem to have a romantic appeal
in our culture right now (maybe because so many of us spend our days sitting in
gray cubicles staring at computer screens, being a swashbuckling rogue or rebel
has a lot to recommend it) We sometimes get grief from the self-righteous about
glorifying pirates who were actually bad guys; my take on this is that I don’t
care how we ‘hook’ the kids to get their interest, we’ll meet them where they
are. They can’t learn if they aren’t
listening to us, and if a sword and a tricorn is what it takes to get their
attention, that’s what we’ll do. Once we
get their attention we can put the pirates in their real historical context,
not their Disney context. And at 180
feet and dominating the skyline, the Galeon is a heck of a platform to catch
their attention and deliver our message, when we tell them that the reason the
ship has cannons is to defend their treasure from pirates “like us”! We ask the kids if they want to join the crew
and swab the decks and climb the rigging, arrrrgh. We explain that we like to use kids for the
latter because they’re light and agile and … disposable. “If one falls into the
sea, no worries, we’ll just pick one up in the next port,” we tell the parents. Then when they look appropriately horrified,
we advise the kids to stay in school and study reading math and geography, because
most of the crew back in our time was illiterate, but if they had more
education then they could join the crew later as the navigator, a much better
job than swabbing the decks, and they get to sleep in this nice cabin instead
of a hammock slung between the cannons below on the gun decks. Corny? Maybe – but what parent is going to complain
that some random stranger encouraged their kid to stay in school?

At the helm of the gorgeous El Galeon Andalucia (photo by Fer Iglesias)

This moody shot is in the captain's cabin of the nao Victoria, replica of the only ship to complete Magellan's historic circumnavigation (photo by Rick Mauldin)

Meanwhile, back in the 21st century, the St Augustine Cruiser’sNet is a group that promotes “safety, communication and community in this old
city and surrounding waters” for local and visiting boaters, according to its
mission statement. In our case the “community”
part of the mission seems to feature prominently as we've made a lot of friends
of fellow boaters here. We've had far
too many beers at far too many happy hours in local restaurants with the group. Once a month they host a has a happy hour
dubbed “Think and Drink” that includes a speaker on some boat-related topic, so
it’s not all just parties. They also run
a radio net on VHF every morning at 9 AM.
(For the non-boaters, this is like a giant teleconference where people
can get weather and tide information, connect, ask for advice or local
services, buy and sell boat-related things, help each other, or generally act
like a community.) We volunteered to lead the ‘net every Thursday and some
Saturdays, which has given me great VHF practice and visibility. Serendipity: I couldn't have volunteered for this if we hadn't replaced the radio while we were in Oriental NC on the trip south because the old one could neither hear nor broadcast far enough.

3/4 planning meeting; 1/4 "girls lunch;" the net moderators get together. So many cool ideas for the future, I (almost) wish we weren't sailing north for the summer!

And here's the view from the restaurant. Hard to believe any planning at all got done with a view like this, isn't it? Promised Dan we'd go there together this weekend.

We celebrated a low key New Years Eve at the home of friends Tony and Michelle. Gathered around their fire pit, we had wonderful conversations about "what was your most memorable day of 2013?" and the inevitable "do you have any resolutions for 2014?" (We couldn't narrow it down to one single awesome day in 2013; but our only resolution for this year was not one of the usual diet/excercise/save money variety, it was simply "Have More Adventures.") Then in contrast to that quiet party, on January 4 we celebrated 30 years of marriage with a wild and rowdy party
aboard the Black Raven’s adults-only (somewhat risqué) pirate-themed night
cruise. Several of our wonderful friends
came from out of town, and good-naturedly dressed up in pirate costumes to
celebrate with us. Much rum was consumed.

And finally, the winter has been filled with below-normal
temperatures, and wild winds and storms that make us think this was the right
year to become Florida residents. Many
more memories and mental images but if I don’t stop here this will become even more of an overwhelming post than it is already! (Who am I kidding? It's already overwhelming. But since this blog has become as much of a record for me as a communication method to you, I'll be adding pix and refining this post as I discover more things I want to remember of the winter. Except the cold. Don't need to remember the cold.)